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The crowd in front of the Daoist church was startled by these words, but Daoist Baishi's spirits were roused.
Chen Changsheng had entered Wenshui City yesterday. In the evening, the Daoist church of Wenshui played music to announce his arrival to the world, but the Tang clan still did not respond.
But at this moment, someone from the Tang clan had come, and it was none other than the Second Master who was rumored to hold the greatest power of the Tang clan in his hands.
It was obvious that the Tang clan had spies in the church and knew that Daoist Baishi had already been exposed.
An important figure like the Tang Second Master had immediately come to visit in order to save Daoist Baishi's life.
The crowd looked to Chen Changsheng, wanting to know his decision. Would he act according to the letter and kill Daoist Baishi in the name of the Pope to establish his authority, or would he follow the rules of the church and postpone the matter while simultaneously avoiding intensifying his conflict with the Imperial Court and the Tang clan?
Guan Feibai gazed at Chen Changsheng's profile, not knowing what choice he would make, and not knowing what choice he hoped he would make.
Are you already the true Pope, or are you still that young Daoist who had just entered the capital?
Chen Changsheng suddenly raised his head to look at the sky.
It was not far from dawn, and the morning sun was on the other side of the Wenshui, not far from the surface of the water.
The red glow of dawn painted the distant sky, and the clouds seemed to burn, no different from the twilight.
He recalled the conversation he had with Tang Thirty-Six on the great banyan tree several years ago in the very similar twilight in the Orthodox Academy.
And then he recalled the conversation he had with Tang Thirty-Six on the great banyan tree again in the darkness of the Orthodox Academy after the twilight had retreated.
In short, in those years, beginning in that inn called the Plum Garden, he and Tang Thirty-Six had talked many times.
In those conversations, they had talked about many things, not memories of the past, but prospects for the future.
In the twilight, the lake of the Orthodox Academy glowed with a golden light, and the koi fish that had eaten too much gradually sank into the rotting black mud.
They did not want to live like this.
At the time, Xuanyuan Po had been using his bear waist to smash a tree on the other side of the lake.
Tang Thirty-Six had said to him, "Whether it's autumn wind or spring wind, we're still young, so let us live as we please."
Now that Xuanyuan Po had returned to White Emperor City, there had been no news of him. Tang Thirty-Six couldn't do as he pleased anymore. He could curse whoever he wanted. If he wanted to curse someone, he definitely wouldn't just curse the seventeenth generation. This was because he was locked up in the ancestral hall and worshipped his own ancestors.
In another conversation in the darkness, Tang Thirty-Six had said to him that he would be the Pope in the future.
He said that it wasn't easy to be the Pope, right?
Tang Thirty-Six said that of course it wasn't easy.
Tang Thirty-Six had even told him that in the future, the Orthodox Academy would be the foundation for him to become Pope, which was why he was so passionate about the Orthodox Academy's new enrollment.
This guy had long thought of the current situation. It was this guy who had been helping him arrange and deal with many things.
Now that it was his turn to make a decision and deal with it, he realized that it was indeed very difficult.
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Chen Changsheng retracted his gaze, turned around, and walked into the hall.
He made his attitude very clear.
Daoist White Stone was extremely shocked. He burst out with all of his strength and rushed like a gale, chasing after the figure in the divine gate. He wanted to fight to the death.
However, he had no way of touching Chen Chang Sheng.
Nanke was still standing in front of him, staring at him in a daze.
In his eyes, this little girl was a true fiend.
With three heavy thuds, Ling Hai's iron ruler, An Lin's belt, and Zhexiu's demon sword all struck Daoist White Stone at almost the same time.
Daoist White Stone collapsed outside the threshold of the divine gate, all the bones in his body shattered, blood pouring into his lungs, his Ethereal Palace shattered, and he found it difficult to stand up.
His eyes were filled with despair, the great panic and unwillingness at death's door transforming into a howl that was about to burst out of his lips.
He wanted to inform the Tang Second Master outside the forest, "Hurry and save me!"
Regretfully, he was unable to let out this howl.
The moment he opened his mouth, a rag was shoved in like a bolt of lightning.
At some point, the Archbishop of Wenshui had arrived at his side.
His left hand stuffed a rag into Daoist White Stone's mouth.
At the same time, his right hand gripped a dagger and stabbed it into Daoist White Stone's chest.
The scene was very quiet. The sound of the dagger plunging into the body was extremely frightening.
A small portion of the dagger was exposed. It was as calm as a mirror, exuding a faint aura of holiness.
The Archbishop of Wenshui's expression was also this calm, this holy.
Daoist White Stone's eyes were wide open, his throat emitting gurgling sounds. He reached out to grab the archbishop's clothes, but failed.
He constantly twitched and struggled, like a fish that had left the Wenshui, unable to breathe, on the verge of death, yet unable to escape control.
The Archbishop of Wenshui gazed at Chen Chang Sheng's back through the divine gate and softly said, "Your Holiness, please rest for a while. I am confident that the Tang Second Master will have the patience to wait a little longer."
As he spoke, he held a rag to Daoist White Stone's mouth in one hand, while the other held a dagger to Daoist White Stone's chest.
Daoist White Stone was still twitching and twitching under his hand.
Yet his voice did not tremble in the slightest. It was still calm, even somewhat humble.
An Lin couldn't bear to watch any longer and turned around.
Linghai Zhiwang, on the other hand, had an expression of appreciation, even a faint sigh of praise.
The divine gate slowly closed.
Just as it was about to close, Guan Feibai saw the Archbishop of Wenshui drag Daoist White Stone into the forest, casually thrusting his sword a few times into Daoist White Stone's body.
It was a stab, not a stab.
Because a stab was a competition of swords, while a stab was a slaughter.
The corners of Guan Feibai's eyes twitched.
This time, it had nothing to do with personally witnessing a major event of the Orthodoxy.
He knew that anyone who could be appointed bishop of Wenshui City by the Orthodoxy for so many years was assuredly no ordinary person.
But he could never have imagined, and found it very difficult to accept, that this seemingly calm, modest, and noble bishop would, at certain moments, act like a madman.
If the Orthodoxy had many people like this, no, even if there were only a few, it would be far too frightening.
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Daoist White Stone was the Archbishop of the Hall of Literary Glory, a true Prefect of the Orthodoxy. There was no question that he was also a very important person in Shang Xingzhou's grand scheme.
Today, he had died just like that, in the Daoist church of Wenshui City.
The other side had been so greatly provoked that they would inevitably react, especially in Wenshui, the unfathomably deep Wenshui, the Tang clan's Wenshui.
Daoist White Stone's death had undoubtedly manifested the stance of the Orthodoxy and Chen Changsheng. They were already prepared to completely fall out with the Tang clan.
Everyone knew that the Wenshui Tang clan was the wealthiest clan on the continent, the head of the Four Great Clans, but in reality, the Tang clan's hidden strength was far beyond anyone's imagination.
The Tang clan's history was far too long.
In the coup of the Mausoleum of Books three years ago, the Tang clan had played the most crucial role, but very few people knew about it.
If the Tang clan had not found a way to break the Imperial Design, the Tianhai Divine Empress might still be sitting on the imperial throne.
Now, the secret strength of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had been taken over by the Monastery of Eternal Spring in Luoyang, and the majority of the remaining properties belonged to the Tang clan. The Tang clan's strength was even more terrifying.
A faction like the Tang clan was naturally an arm that everyone wanted to obtain, both the Orthodoxy and the Imperial Court.
Logically speaking, even if the Tang clan had clearly become closer to the Imperial Court in the last few years, the Orthodoxy should not have displayed such an intense stance.
It had to be said that the person writing the letter understood Chen Changsheng very well.
He or she knew that Chen Changsheng was bound to bring Tang Thirty-Six out of that ancestral hall.
Then no matter how gentle the Orthodoxy's attitude toward the Tang clan was, as long as this matter did not change, he would still have to fall out with the Tang clan.
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(When I was writing about the Orthodox Academy, I mentioned Huang An's' Youth Is All Kinds of Red '… right now, they're still youths, but they have to be a little more ruthless.)
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